Saturday, October 15, 2011

Temporary Reprieve

Since we hadn't taken a vacation in a couple of years, we were WAY overdue.  So a few months ago, I booked a trip to one of the Great Wolf Lodge locations and told the kids they would finally, finally get to stay in a hotel again.  They were beside themselves with excitement.  They couldn't wait for their week off from school so we could get away and go someplace new.



Never mind the grimace.  He's excited, I promise.  The sun was just in his eyes (though we actually saw RAIN in Texas while we were there!). 

Even though we were only there for two nights, getting there one day, spending one full day there, and then leaving on the next, we filled the time to the brim.


The kids totally loved their little 'Kid Kamp' that featured bunk beds and a separate TV in a nook that was out of a direct line of sight from the bed that Oz and I shared.


We spent hours upon hours in the water...


and I'm still amazed that we didn't turn into actual prunes.


When we weren't in the water, the kids filled the time playing MagiQuest...


which meant that Oz and I got our fill of the staircase (i.e. the Hidden Stairway) tramping up and down all eight floors... repeatedly.


And when we got tired or cranky or just plain done, there was always TV...


... as well as a nice walk through the nearby downtown/arts district, where we ate lunch and window shopped.  I came home with more stuff for my Department 56 Halloween village, because you can never have enough Halloween decor.

OK, *I* can never have enough Halloween decor.

All in all, it was a fabulous escape.  Now the kids want to go to all the other locations, just because.  Oz and I had fun, too, and would love to indulge them.  Of course, we want to stay longer so that we can spend a couple days at Great Wolf and then spend a couple of days really enjoying the surrounding areas, but I'll take whatever getaway we can manage!  This had been a long, LONG time coming.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

Nine

Nine.  It's hard for me to believe that my son is now nine years old.  After all, it seems like only a few days ago when I was painting a bedroom blue and trying to figure out how on earth it was possible that I was a mother... and now I find it impossible to be the mother of a child who, legally, is halfway to adulthood!

I'm quite resistant to change, but thankfully, some things haven't.


For example....


... he still loves his mama and puts up with her silly antics.


He still has a great grin...



... even when he's studiously ignoring me.


He still loves to play all sorts of games with vehicles...



... even if he now builds the vehicles himself.


Most importantly, he's still not driving the car...


... even if he doesn't really fit in the seat any more.

Happy Birthday, M1!  I can only hope to be worthy to be your mother!

Thursday, October 6, 2011

Thursday is my Friday

Today is my Friday.  This isn't usually the case, of course, though it often seems like Friday is incredibly easy when compared to the rest of the week.  The fact that I typically don't have to go anywhere on Fridays and can indulge my hermit-ness makes me a happy camper.

But today is my Friday because... there's no school tomorrow!  Or all of next week!

I do enjoy a good week off.

I also enjoy zombie references.

So when I saw this "news" story today, I thought of you all and decided to share:

Zombies on Highway

Happy "Friday," everyone!

Monday, October 3, 2011

Why My Friends Rock

OK, OK, I was all about starting this post off with a serious tone, and then I went and read Pioneer Woman Homeschooling today.  I am mentioned.  I fell over.  After I recovered, I had to share.  My grammar-related pet peeves are shared by others, and this makes me happy on a primal level.  I know that it's me because I'm comment #10 on this post from last week.  Otherwise I would never presume that out of the thousands upon thousands of Pioneer Woman readers that I would ever, EVER be mentioned.

I am not that special.

However, my friends ARE.  And I'll tell you why.

I'm sure most of you have heard all the hoopla surrounding Facebook lately, with the new format, the new feed, the new lists, the new profile/Timeline feature, etc.  I can't say I've been happy with it, either, but I will concede that since it IS free, I don't get the right to gripe.  If I don't like it, I don't have to use it.  But I'm extremely resistant to change, so over the past week, I've been making major changes in order to continue having Facebook work the way I want it... and in so doing, I tightened up my security measures exponentially.  One of the things I did was created a list - I can't delete it anyway - of "Close Friends."  As I was making this list, it hit me that I have quite the amazing group of friends and that while some of them may be as different from one another as night to day, there are still a few qualities that I am proud to say they all share.

1.  They are all loyal.  No backstabbing.  This provides me with an amazing sense of relief.  I really, really enjoy not having to worry about someone poisoning my friends behind my back.  Gripe about me?  That's fine.  Everyone needs to have a rant about other folks sometimes, even friends, and I'm sure I'm the occasional topic.  I get that.  If they need a break from talking to me/dealing with me for a while?  Go right ahead... I'm here if and when they're ready to hang out again... and if that day never comes, I wish them all the best.  No hard feelings and all that.  But those things are very different in my mind than going around spreading rumors or just plain being malicious.  Frustration and confusion over a friend's actions do not equal being spiteful and horrid.  They equal patience, kindness, forgiveness... all the good stuff that true friendship is made of.

2.  They are all truthful.  Nobody makes up stories.  If you ask a question and they think you won't like the answer, they'll generally try to be as nice as possible, but they'll still tell you the truth.  Don't ever ask if your butt looks big in a certain outfit unless you can handle the answer, "Uh... well... yes."  By the same token, don't ever ask if you're making the right decision unless you can handle, "Well, it's not what I would do in your situation, but I'm not in your shoes," because that's what you'll get.  Truth.  Even if it ain't purdy.

3.  They all love a good joke.  Whether it's a prank or just a stupid Internet meme, we all love to laugh at something and happily call one another to share the idiotic moments of our day, even at our own expense.  (That's another thing about my friends... I will answer the phone when they call!)

4.  They all love holidays.  I think.  This one I'm not entirely sure about all my friends, but I think most of them enjoy holidays, even if it just means taking a day off from the regular shenanigans to deal with holiday shenanigans.

5.  The clincher for me and why my friends truly are the best people I've ever met is... THEY ARE TOLERANT.  I have friends in my life from various religions (from atheist to Anglican priest), various political backgrounds (uber-conservative to reasonably liberal... don't think I have any diehard liberal friends, but I don't discuss politics, so I could be wrong), various family situations, various educational agendas (homeschool, private school, public school), and they are ALL awesome.  They listen to other views and don't attack.  They educate themselves about different topics and draw their own conclusions and aren't afraid to stand up for what they choose to believe but they don't force their beliefs down anyone else's throat.  They like to step out of their comfort zone occasionally (even if they then retreat back into it for a few months afterward).  They really try hard never to judge a situation until they know all the details... and if details aren't available, they step back and let it go.  They are accepting. 

My friends - and this includes my spouse and kids - are what make my world go 'round, and I'm so, so happy to have them in my life.  Thanks for being there and putting up with my quirks.  I truly appreciate it!

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Fun with Felines

One of the most fun things about owning a whole herd of cats is that you never know when one of them is suddenly going to insist that it's playtime.  Typically they like to play with one another, but sometimes, just sometimes, they want to play with ME.

Usually Kuro, aka Beast-i-Cat, aka Fatty Boomsticks, is my playtime buddy.  He loves to play with things.



Lamp cords are not immune, and those I can usually ignore.


But when he gets into the art cabinet and drags out the string that you let your daughter use when she makes her beaded jewelry... and he drops it six inches from your feet and gives you the death stare... it's time to bow to the inevitable, hunt down one of the many shoelaces that migrate through the house, and play with the cat.


Him likes to play.


He *REALLY* gets into it.


Such a dignified creature he is.


Look!  Pointy ends!


He'll do this for half an hour or more, but... well, when one cat starts playing, they send out a happy vibe that causes other cats to swarm and wait for their turn.


I'm so beloved.


But only when I'm holding string.  Other than that, I'm just the feeder, litterbox changer, and warm lap.

Moody things, cats.  Demanding even. 

No wonder I love 'em!

Wednesday, September 28, 2011

PMS

In the lovely and honorable tradition of Jeff Foxworthy, I think it's time for an installment of, "You might _____ if..."

Today's edition will be called, "You might have PMS if..."

1.  If you suddenly lose all motivation to exercise and instead feel the urge to down a whole pint of Ben & Jerry's Schweddy Balls... and maybe some extra rum for good measure... in one sitting... you might have PMS.

2.  If the word 'target' is both a proper noun referring to the store and a prelude to the word 'acquired,'... you might have PMS.

3.  If you keep wondering when BP or Conoco is going to show up at your door to install rigs on your face because the amount of oil there would sustain a small country for several months... you might have PMS.

4.  If you're convinced your entire reproductive system is trying to force its way out of your abdomen... you might have PMS.

5.  If the scale suddenly jumps 5 lbs. and all you've consumed for the previous 48 hours is water due to the previously-mentioned cramps... you might have PMS.

6.  If you're sure that your symptoms should be classified in the DSM-V as "episodic dissociative identity disorder,"... you might have PMS.

7.  If your throat is sore from yelling and you haven't attended any sports events or concerts in the previous week... you might have PMS.

8.  If a friend or significant other kindly suggests that you should go take a nice, relaxing bath and you take it as a personal insult... you might have PMS.

9.  If you find that naps are mandatory because you're suddenly a raging insomniac whose dreams, when they come, involve crashing airplanes and former high school classmates... you might have PMS.

AND...

10.  THERE IS NO #10, DAMMIT, AND IF YOU THINK THERE SHOULD BE A #10, THEN YOU CAN MAKE YOUR OWN #10, BECAUSE I'M DONE AND THERE'S NOTHING ELSE YOU CAN DO ABOUT IT!!  OK??? OKAY???  IS THAT OKAY WITH YOU???

I might have PMS. :)

Monday, September 26, 2011

Carnage

Current score:

Sarah/flypaper:  25
Flies still free (at last count): 9

I SHALL PREVAIL!!

Sunday, September 25, 2011

With the Good Comes the Flies

I visited my sister over the weekend.  I don't want to get into everything, so I'll just hit the highlights:

1.  When standing in a Le Creuset outlet store and you see a total unitasker, do not accidentally refer to Alton Brown as Elton John, especially when the unitasker in question is a cherry pit remover.  The man standing next to you will look at you as if you're drunk and slink away.

2.  A pair of really nice men's shoes in the middle of a busy intersection will have everyone guessing for hours.

3.  I need a recipe for Ethiopian flat bread.  My sister and her husband took me and my mother (whose birthday is today... Happy Birthday, Mom!) to an Ethiopian restaurant for dinner last night.  It was delicious, but the bread was the most bizarre thing ever.  It was like a delicious gray sponge, if gray sponges can be delicious when dipped in red lentils or wrapped around braised chicken legs.

4.  When eating Ethiopian food, don't wear white.  There are no utensils, unless you count the aforementioned bread.

5.  Polite dogs and sofa beds are an amusing mix.

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About 1/3 of the way home this afternoon, I received a call from my husband.

"You're on your way home, right?"

"Yeeeessss..." (I had texted him when I climbed in the car to let him know this particular fact.)

"Ah. [slight pause] Good."

"Okay?"

"You have my tools in the trunk of the car."

Without further details, I went into an intense panic and wondered what on earth M1 had managed to dismantle and how he had done it withOUT the tools that my husband now needed.  But Oz continued.

"I'm trying to install a new back screen door, and I need my tools to finish the job."

Panic over.  Intense love now set in.  See, we really, really want to move to a new house in the next year or two.  Four people in a three-bedroom, ONE-BATHROOM home is not working for us.  Carpet doesn't work for M1.  There's no fireplace for me to cozy up to in winter.  There's no office for Oz.  There's no homeschool space for M1 and I - in December, we have to put the school desks in the hall to make room for the Christmas tree in our living room.  M2 just wants to move.  In other words, this house doesn't fit us any more.  So the other day I went through and made a three-page list (front only) of all the stuff that needs to be fixed before we can list the house and consider moving.  Replacing the back screen door was item #1, because the glass was cracked.  Oz took the initiative and replaced it.

In the process of doing so, approximately 300 flies came into my home.  This made me feel extremely disgusted with my ability to clean a house, because clearly it reeks of DEATH to attract that many flies in such a short time span. (I may be exaggerating about the number of flies.  There may only be 150.  Or 80.  Or 40.  But still, EW.)  I now have flypaper hung around the house to see what I can do about this problem.  But I have a new back screen door!  Woot woot!

Friday, September 23, 2011

Good News Friday

I think that because today is the first day of fall AND it's Friday, it's time for a post about dogs.

I'm typing this while my Schipperke, Gizmo, is lying upside down on the floor beside my feet.  I learned this week that if you don't let him in the house for 48 hours because it's raining and he looks like a bedraggled, pathetic stray, he gets a massive entitlement complex and howls at the back door for hours.  It's even more fun if he also gets fed outside because he's convinced that eating outside isn't really eating and that there must be another bowl hiding in the house somewhere with his real food. 

Speaking of dogs, I brushed Speed Bump the not-quite-so-oversized Corgi this week.  I found a Shih Tzu hiding in his undercoat.

ALSO speaking of dogs, we've had quite the predicament with the dog across the street.  He's a Rottweiler.  Now, I'm not opposed to Rotties - my MIL has two, and one of them, Toby, is a lover.  Darcy's totally wacked out, but Toby's sweet.  M2 calls him her baby.  But this dog across the street is a problem.  He's getting older, and the older he gets, the more territorial he gets.  And apparently he thinks our yard is part of his territory.  A few months ago, the problem really got started when he came into the yard and had a go at Oz, but the neighbors were good and built a pen.  For a while, they even kept him in it (how gracious of them!).  I could let my kids play in the front yard, and M1 could even go out to the mailbox (which is on our side of the road) to get or send mail.  That's how it should be! 

However, they got lazy or decided that the dog wasn't really a threat; I don't know which.  Either way, Cosmo started wandering again... but only at random times, because sometimes he would be in the house and sometimes they'd still pen him.  So my kids were allowed to play in the front yard as long as they couldn't see him or he was in his pen.  This was most of the time.  It wasn't ideal, but it was suitable.  After all, we do have a good-sized back yard, too.

Two weeks ago, they dismantled the pen.  I have no idea why.  I've never really talked to them (hazard of living in the country... we've been here 9 years and I still can't tell you most of our neighbors' names... our house is still known by the previous owners' name), and with that dog, it's not like I can just wander over and have a chat.  But I suspected that the dismantling of the pen would be their downfall, and I was right.

It's getting cooler here now - highs in the 80s - and there are several preteen and teenage kids who live on the street.  Some of them are friends.  One of them is in some sort of sports and likes to go running.  Some of the kids even try to ride their bikes, though this street really isn't good for that - no sidewalks and crazy drivers.  Sure enough, Cosmo tried to take at least one of them out.  The kid got away safely, but I'm sure he was scared to death.  I try to keep an eye out of my kitchen window for things like that because if someone's getting mauled, they're generally not in a good place to call 911, ya know??  Still, I'm not home all day and can't sit and stare out my window when I am, either.

The last straw came when the natural gas guy came to install one of their remote meters that can be read from his truck.  Cosmo went absolutely nuts.  The guy was throwing everything at him - including the meter he came to install - just to try to save himself.  I guess it was sheer luck that the homeowner was able to get hold of Cosmo, because he doesn't listen at all.

Now, I only know all this because our Horse Lady is going riding this weekend.  We don't have a circle drive, but our neighbor to the west does, so she parks in his driveway and walks her horse over to the trailer so she doesn't have to try to reverse in or out.  Earlier this week, she was getting Cherokee reshod, and Cosmo came across the street into our yard - again!  She had to hop in her truck to get away.  I had no idea about this.  So she hates Cosmo as much as we do.

Thankfully, The Horse Lady has known our neighbor for decades because they knew one another growing up.  She called her up and read her the riot act about the dog and told her in no uncertain terms that if it tried to do anything to her or if she saw it loose again, she'd be calling the sheriff's office. 

You have no idea how happy this made me.

But the best news was that the neighbor has promised that the dog should be gone by Sunday.  Since the meter reader incident, they've figured out the dog is a liability (DUH) and needs to go, so they're having a rescue operation come get him.

I'm ecstatic.  I can't wait until my kids can play in the front yard without me out there to keep an eye on things.  M1 has been quite annoyed that he hasn't been able to go get the mail, and he'll be able to do that again.  Things will go back to the way they should be!

That makes for a great first day of fall, doesn't it?  :)

Monday, September 19, 2011

'Process' is a Dirty Word

M2 and I visited the therapist last Wednesday.  We visited the psychiatrist today.  In both appointments, I got to hear the word 'process.'

I'm coming to really dislike the word... and all that it stands for.

Last week, we had a really productive appointment with the therapist, assuming that by the word 'productive' you understand that she got really sassy and announced point-blank that the only reason she hadn't bitten me during a rage is that she hadn't thought of it.

Alternatively, productive might mean that I now know how to properly put my child in a therapeutic hold instead of just trying to make do... for the record, I had been pretty darn close the way I'd been doing it already. I just needed to be told to stick a pillow against my sternum because apparently I'm not intelligent enough to figure that one out myself.  DUH, Sarah.

I also know what to do in case biting jumps to mind next time.

Oy and effing vey.

Either way, the therapist and I then discussed the whole process scope of what we've accomplished (anxiety seems to be under better control), what we want to accomplish, and what is even POSSIBLE to accomplish with a girl whose mood switches more often than Oklahoma weather... and that's saying a lot.  The long and short of the appointment was that we now have another mood gauge chart (since M2 systematically destroyed the first one during one during one of her moods) and we're trying to see what we can do to motivate the girl to try to help herself.  I'm on the fence as to how much it'll actually help, but the only thing we can do is persevere.

It's a bloody process.

Today we visited the psychiatrist, whom we hadn't seen since school began.  The visit didn't encompass so much in the way of treatment as the diagnostic side of things.  I'm trying to hold off on medication for as long as we can, until we can get as firm a diagnosis as possible.  Plus, the psychiatrist is extremely reluctant to make certain diagnoses - pediatric bipolar disorder being one of them.  I'm okay with that, too, but it means that I get to deal with more and more in the way of going through the diagnostic process.  When we first visited, the doctor was hesitant to diagnose anything other than anxiety (generalized and separation), which means we tried Lexapro, which ended in ULTIMATE FAIL.  Since then, he's watched and listened and tried to work out if there actually are any other diagnostic possibilities that fit her slew of symptoms other than bipolar disorder.  Two sessions ago, he admitted the possibility of a mood disorder, NOS.  Last time, he added depressive disorder to the list of probabilities.  Today, though, he admitted he's pretty darn close to giving up the ghost and said that he really can't figure out anything else other than bipolar disorder, NOS.

Heh.  Heheheheheheheheh.  I have triumphed over the processing process!

I didn't actually want to win that one, though.

Anyway, because M2 isn't consistently up or down for days and days on end (she'll have two or three good days, then two or three bad, then another one or two good and another one or two bad), we're still holding off on formal medication.  We're doubling her melatonin each evening, and M2 is going to keep a sleeping log, writing down the times she wakes up each night.  If she's not consistently sleeping at night, the doctor wants to add some clonidine or trazodone and see if that helps.  After that... well, after that we head to Lamictal, assuming she doesn't get extremely manic since Lamictal is primarily used for patients who tend toward the depressed side of things rather than the manic.  I wouldn't be surprised, though, if the doctor actually begins to recommend medication soon rather than agreeing we should hold off... he tends to agree with the 'kindling' theory that young people who have untreated bipolar tend to become more difficult to treat over time.  However, if she doesn't have bipolar, then maybe we could try another SSRI and see if she reacts as negatively as she did last time.

Mostly, it's all a crap shoot.

A process.

Sometimes even processing it takes too much effort. 

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Next time, a funnier post!